DJ’s POV
Sergei – I decided – could do magic!
Because while I dozed off and only woke again when the pilot announced that we’d were landing in 30 minutes, Ivan somehow managed to produce yet another bad of clothes, replacing our torn ones. And who, you might ask, had procured these? I think you’ve already guessed it!
Sergei!
And hence my conclusion that the man was a magician.
Or just very used to these situations, I mentally mused glancing at Ivan. But as if reading my mind, he snarled and lunged for me, pressing me into the chair.
“How many times do I have to tell you?” he snarled, clearly f*****g pissed that I still was having doubts about his whole “mine” claim. I mean--- ok, sue me for claiming him! I call temperately insanity and the claim hadn’t stuck. It both anger and hurt m
